Page 13 of Giving Him Something He Can Feel

The elevator doors opened a minute later, and I stepped off walking in the direction of her corner apartment.

Peach: Are You crazy or something?

Me: Crazy af. Now open the fuckin’ door.

I responded just as I reached the door. I was about to knock when the door swung open wildly. Half-dressed and mugged the fuck up she stood there. “What are you doing here, Cartrek?”

“The fuck you mean what am I doing here? That nigga bet not be here.”

“And if h—” The smoke detector in her house went off, forcing her to turn away from the door and rush back toward the kitchen.

I took that as an invite to come in, which I did locking the door behind myself. Her crib smelled good, like she was in this motherfucker getting down. When I walked in, I noticed the dimly lit living room, with Rush Hour playing on the TV.

“I didn’t tell you to come in.”

“You ain’t have to. I was coming in anyway.

” I looked around the kitchen noticing the glass of red wine sitting in the middle of the island, and her phone next to it.

She was too busy bent over in the oven to pay me any attention.

That of course gave me ample time to take in her lil’ vibe.

Crib nicely decorated and clean as fuck, besides the toddler toys you couldn’t even tell she had a child.

“Why are you here, Cartrek?” She was now standing up straight and sitting a pan of whatever on her stove.

“How long you been seeing that nigga?”

She turned around sending a mug in my direction. “Why?”

“Cause I fucking asked.”

She shook her head. “Really? You do kn?—”

“You fucking him?” I asked before she could even finish whatever smart remark about to slide off her tongue.

She threw her head pack, turning her nose up narrowing her eyes in my direction. She was offended as fuck which alone let me know she wasn’t fucking him. I don’t know why I cared so much, but I did. The mere thought of it had me wanting to yoke her ass up.

“I don’t know what type of bitches you’re used to, but you’re not going to come in my fucking house and cal?—”

“Muh. Loud. Very loud.” A small voice interrupted Peach, while a small hand started pulling at her shirt.

I stepped around the island, seeing a toddler standing there with an iPad and a hand full of her mother’s shirt. Shorty was the spitting image Peach, but with brighter skin.

Peach sent a mug in my direction, before softening her face to look at her daughter. “I’m sorry baby.”

The toddler nodded, then slid back down the cabinets and went back to whatever she was doing on the iPad.

Peach glanced down at her daughter to see what she was doing. “You got a lot of fucking nerve, coming over here and insulting me.”

“Stop cursing.”

“Nig—Cartrek I know like hell you didn’t come here to ins?—”

“Nah I didn’t. I apologize for that. Something ‘bout you got a nig—me on some selfish shi—stuff.” Here I was telling her to stop cursing but it was hard as hell for me.

She folded her arms over her chest looking at me for a while longer before I guess my answer sufficed. “Not that I answer to you, but no I didn’t screw him.”

“But you went on a date with him.” I didn’t mean to say that aloud. That shit bothered me.

“And you got your di—thing sucked in your car. Since we’re listing events.” She leaned against the island peering at me.

I was about to speak, but baby girl stepped from behind the island scratching the top of her head. She looked to be leaving the kitchen to go in the back of the apartment. Then she turned around.

“Too loud, Mama.” She looked from her mother, then at me as if she just realized I was standing in her kitchen. Seconds later she was standing in front of me, studying me like her little ass was grown or something. “Mama who?” she asked.

“He’s fro?—”

“Hey pretty girl, your name must be Adorie.”

She smiled. “Yes. What’s yours?”

I leaned down on one knee getting to her height. My name is Cartrek?”

She nodded. “Trek.” She took it upon herself to shorten my name.

I chuckled.

“Can you stop making Mommy yell, Trek?”

I was taken aback by her sassiness, but she had that shit honest. “Yeah, I got you lil’ mama.”

“Good, bye.” Then she pranced her ass out of the kitchen toward the back of the house.

“Don’t you go messing with that dog, Adorie.”

“I not,” she sassed from afar.

When it was just Peach and I, she folded her arms giving me a look like she wanted to curse my ass out. “Why Cartrek?”

“Cause I like you and I ain’t liked nobody since my wife,” I admitted honestly.

She was taken aback by my honesty. “And where is your wife?”

“Dead.”

Cartier

The last thing I wanted to do was be in a club chilling Ace style, especially when that shit was no longer appealing to me. I don’t know what the fuck had come over me, but a nigga was on a different wavelength.

My eyes went from grazing the room to the beautiful woman at my side. She sipped on the club soda and cranberry, while vibing to the music.

Throwing my arm around her shoulder I pulled her in closer to me, so I could whisper in her ear.

“You ‘bout sexy as hell in here.” I had been telling her that shit all night. She was probably tired of it at this point.

“Thank you, baby.” She moved in front of me now leaning forward slightly and grinding her thick ass against my already bricked up dick.

“Keep fucking around in here.” I palmed her ass before sitting down and bringing her down with me.

Laughter spilled from her lips as I found myself faced with an even better sight.

“You ready to go?” I held her on my lap like mall Santa did the kids every year.

“Thought you’d nev?—”

“Well look what the cat drug in. Hey Jo.”

Taylor stood in front of us with her hand on her hip and a nasty ass expression.

“What’s up.” Jovie stood up off my lap.

“We ain’t seen too much of you. I guess I know why.” Shorty was salty as fuck and that much was evident.

Standing as well, I grabbed Jovie’s hand so we could leave.

“So, ya’ll fucking?” Taylor asked like she had some right to know when she didn’t.

“Where is that your business? ”

“I just asked a question. You out here fucking behi?—”

“Aye Taylor move the fuck around because we ain’t ‘bout to do this in here,” I responded this time, forcing Jovie behind me.

“Oh so this you? You’re with her like that, Cartier?”

“You know not to question me, just like you now know not to step to her on no bullshit. Go enjoy the festivities.” My tone was as icy as my glare, because within seconds she was walking away.

Jovie stepped around me, looking off into the crowd. She was likely about to give me some shit, but I didn’t feel it. Not at all, so before she could start, I pulled her body into me and kissed her temple.

“This is why I did?—”

“Fuck all the reasons you about to tell me why we shouldn’t be doing what we’re doing. Us is us, two motherfuckers on the inside. Don’t let folks who stuck outside fuc?—”

She turned around throwing her arms around my neck and looking up at me. Our eyes were connected for long enough before she was on her tippy toes locking her lips with mine. That was it right there. We left the space a little after that making our way to get something to eat before going home.

The dynamic with myself and Jovie was unlike anything I had ever experienced with a female.

We fucked and sucked like lovers in a honeymoon stage, then chilled and hung out like homies who had known one another for lifetimes.

I didn’t talk to many, but Jovie was different.

I talked to her and trusted her with shit that I didn’t trust a soul with.

I trusted her more than anything, and prayed to fucking God that trust didn’t fuck me up in the end.

Hearing the shower in my bedroom, I pulled my shirt off walking toward it.

I’d spent the last twenty minutes of my time talking to my brother who was at Virtue’s house.

He wanted to talk business, but I wanted to know why he was creeping around.

I assumed when he left tonight he was going home, but I was entirely wrong.

Trek had me surprised and low key worried at the same time.

I’d see his ass in the morning though, and there was no way he could avoid my questions.

Ridding myself of my clothes, I stepped in the shower with her. She had her back to me, while she allowed the water to cascade down her body. Of course she had this big dumb ass waterproof bonnet on her head, so she wouldn’t get her braids wet.

“I didn’t ask you to come in here.” She had yet to turn around and look my way.

“I’on care. Ain’t like yeen want me to come in here.” I pulled her body into mine, kissing the side of her neck. She melted into my embrace.

“You be tryna be difficult and shit. I’on like it,” I mused.

“Have you ever thought about the fact that maybe I’m just difficult?” She turned her body around, facing me.

“Oh I know you are, but what I’m saying is how much dick I gotta lay for you to get over that lil’ difficult stint you’re in.”

Now it was her turn to laugh. “What is wrong with you?”

“You, niggas is addicted to everything about you. Ever since you let me between yo’ legs I been fucking obsessed. Then you think ‘cause a female walk up on us in the club that I’ma let this go… this pussy go…you go?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Yeen have to. You’ve been moping and shit.”

“I’ve been just thinking, but you know what the funny thing about all this is?” She pushed me back against the bench in the shower.

“What?”

“I couldn’t go anywhere if you paid me, because to be to be honest I think you trapped me.”

I grinned hard as fuck, knowing she couldn’t see me in the dark ass shower room. For the life of me I couldn’t understand why she refused to turn the light on when she got in. Talking about it was peaceful, shit peaceful enough to break your fucking neck if you asked me .

“Trapped you how, baby girl?”

“How else? Stop smiling so fucking hard. I can still see your teeth in the dark.”

I chortled. “Trapped is a strong word.”

“Well did you?”

“You mad?” I asked, wondering if she was.

“Should I be?”

“I don’t know, should you?”

Seconds later her hand hit my shoulder. “Stop answering questions with a question. Should I be mad? Yes. Am I mad? No. Because something in me believes that if I am pregnant then maybe just maybe this baby is meant to mend what losing my grandfather did to me.”

I nodded. Honestly I couldn’t argue with that, because she truly believed that him dying left her down here alone, and that was the furthest thing from the truth.

I just wasn’t a fan of words, I had to show her that through actions.

I ain’t saying I was willing to jump into a relationship or anything like that, but for her I’d do some damage to the roster.

“Just promise me one thing though.”

My hand landed on her thigh. “What’s up.”

“If for some reason this isn’t working for you anymore, tell me that. Put me on game, so I ain’t out here looking stupid behind you.”

“I got you.”